Awake the memory of yours?
Blan. Your father,
Saw he this youth, this robber cavalier
Who graced disgrace so handsomely?
Viol. Indeed,
And owes his life and honour to him.
Blan. Oh!
He had aton’d for many a foregone crime
By adding that one more! But I talk wild;
Pardon me, Violante.